They were a couple standing at the on-ramp of the freeway with their thumbs out. They didn’t look strung out, just desperate for help. I was alone but something touched me about their situation so I did the unthinkable in this day and age……I pulled over.
Their story was common; he had a car but it needed work, neither of them had any money or jobs but they had each other to hold onto in this hour. He needed to get to the next town over for a court appearance. I didn’t ask him what for, I just listened to them while we made small talk. They both reeked of marijuana but I ignored the smell and tried to joke with them here and there.
I left them at the next town’s overpass area in front of a Denny’s restaurant. They said it was hours before they had to be in court so they’d walk there. Thanking me for the ride all I could think of to say was, “may God bless you”.
I wonder about them now and again, wondering just how their blessing may have come?